Your pit of still wanting him— the width of a pin, but depths only the damned understand.Your body grew too soon, became a noose; obscenely swollen rope. He insisted youslipped your lips around histhroat. He dreamed each neighbor’s wife was an exit door.He wanted a more that you never were. Wanted any other her. And …
Getting older, you never got old.A gold mine of girl: doe-eyed, sold.In front of the shutter’s clicking, you did what he said, lens-fucking, muttering No hope for women.Piano to camera-ready, plucked at eighteen, barely steady, heavy with mood.Suddenly, you made scarce, laid low.Suddenly, a surprise: you arrivedagain, new world, sullen girls telling tales.Here’s what they …